Our Secret {Larry Stylinson}

Chapter 3.

*HARRY'S POV*




Louis and I haven't dropped our gaze for several seconds. Everyone else in the classroom looks quite confused, but who could blame them? "Well pay better attention n-next time, yeah?" Louis manages to say.




I no slowly, and wait for him to continue rolecall. When he has, I whip out my phone to text Niall, hoping that he had his phone as well. I explain the problem to him, being cautious so no people could see my phone.




Minutes later, the sound of a familiar ringtone went off. Shit! I forgot to turn my phone on vibrate!




From: Niall




Oh, crap! Do you think you might actually fancy him? -Niall




I have to think about this for a minute. I lift my head from my phone and look straight at Louis. He is seated at his desk at the front of the classroom and happens to be writing something in a notebook of his. Aw, he looks so adorable when he's concentrating! I look back down at my phone, knowing my answer.




To: Niall




I think so.. but I can't. This is so wrong. -Harry




Someone coughs, causing me to immediately look up, only to see Louis' out-stretched arm. "No phones in class, Mr. Styles," he says with a warning tone.




Giving him an innocent look, I place the phone in his hand. "I'll need to be seeing you after school as well," Louis' perfectly chiseled features harden into a stern expression, eyes darkening, as he holds my gaze. "Maybe it will teach a valuable lesson," he nearly whispers before turning back to the chalkboard. I blink, stunned.




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For the rest of the day, I couldn't help but think of Louis; and every time I do, I find myself smiling. He's so perfect, from his grayish, blue eyes to the stubble at the end of his chin. If only he wasn't my English teacher..




Looking up at the clock, I see that we had only five minutes before the dismissal bell. Until then, I'm stuck here in Study Hall. My mind goes back to what Louis had said. "I'll need to be seeing you after school as well. Maybe it will teach you a valuable lesson."




What was Louis going to say? Did he read the messages on my phone? Is he going to pretend that he's never seen me before? These questions pop up in my mind for the last five minutes of study hall.




"Okay, class," Ms. Edwards starts, "I hope you all had a great first day back at school. I thank most of you for being quiet," she sighs narrowing her eyes at two boys at the back of the classroom. With that, the bell rings. I don't know whether to be excited or nervous about my upcoming encounter with Louis.




Let's just hope everything goes well.